Wolves at the Gate
Anathema
I'm lying barren in my own blood
It's drowning me like a rushing flood
A wave of crimson eclipse my eyes
No sign of pity here

My lips are silenced with blistering
The utter silence is deafening

Vultures fly above
They're calling out my name
The vipers watch below
Taunting my crippled frame
Desolate is love
Surely a curse and my name
The same - a plague is all I know

The lover I had claimed has sent me out here to die
Ashes for beauty and shame my ally
The lover I had claimed has left me here to die
The wings of death black out the sky

Isolated in deserted lands
Isolated in deserted lands
Suffocating under dirt and sand
Cursed, despised, I am anathema!
Cursed, despised, I am anathema!